It’s a cool drizzly morning here in So Cal.
Everyone is off to work and school. There’s chicken in the oven for later, smelling up the house with yumminess, and all is quiet except for the sound of the sprinklers outside my window. For the first time in almost 2 weeks, I have the day at home all to myself. Even with all the chores I have to do, it is a much-needed oasis of solitude.
It’s been months since I’ve blogged. Thank you to those that reached out to see how I was doing. Up until, literally, the last couple of days – it’s been kinda crazy. Over the Summer, while my girl still had her own apartment, I was taking care of my grandson one week a month, and some weekends in-between. She got a great new job with the school district back in June, but it came at a price – specifically, a significant pay cut. But she has a firm and reliable career path now, awesome benefits, and all kinds of perks that working for the district includes. So for me to babysit one week a month to help keep financial life and limbs afloat (hers and ours) was a no-brainer.
School had just gotten back into session when, over the Labor Day weekend, we moved them in here with us. Moves are hard and tiresome. It took me a couple of weeks, but every room – every drawer, closet and corner – was thoroughly gone through and reorganized to make space. However exhausting, the timing was Divinely Perfect as it coincided with the end of her lease and the end of my Unemployment Benefits. Days before the move, I had another biopsy in my left breast after my first post-treatment 3D Mammogram showed “something” that needed to be looked at. Jesus, I was scared…but I held on to the promises that I got way back when this all started – that the Lord had cured the incurable, and that I was healed. I broke down and sobbed, falling to my knees, when I got the results. God showed up in a seriously miraculous way (maybe I’ll write about that another time), and the results of the biopsy were negative.
God be praised, Who is rich in mercy, strength and healing grace!
No sooner was that crossed off The List, my husband had a surgery he had been putting off for far too long because of all my shit. The surgery was successful, but I was elbows deep in urinals and bed trays for a week while he recovered, sleeping on the couch for a couple weeks so as not to jostle him. Eventually he was back to work and I was just exhaling, thankful that September was almost over when – just like clockwork – the third “THING” popped up.
A week ago this past Monday, my girl called me from the emergency room in serious distress and ended up staying in the hospital for the next 5 days. It was awful, as they did test after test and couldn’t uncover the source of her pain. I put in 12 hour days, getting my grandson ready and to school, driving the 40 minutes to drop him off, making my way to the hospital, then staying there with my baby until school was out. Another trip to pick up our guy, back to the hospital to spend dinner time with Mommy, then home between 8 and 9 p.m. In between was a lifetime of prayer, staying all Mama Bear on the doctors and nurses trying to get her relief and some answers, and trying present calm and control for our little guy. While a firm diagnosis still hasn’t been made, the pain specialist is treating it as a nerve issue…a Myalgia of sorts. It might even be a couple of things. But after a week of nerve specific medications, she is back to work just this morning, and I am so thankful.
Wow, I feel exhausted again just writing all of that. (Smile) Yet, here I am this morning, my heart full of gladness and a deep sense of God’s presence. Things have been hard – in more ways than just physical – but here we all are, together. The crises have passed. The weather is cooler, the chicken smells delicious, the house is decorated so cute for Halloween and life is taking on more “normal” proportions as of 30 minutes ago.
Things are definitely looking brighter.